The Sun Must Not Set

At Most, The Greatest Persons Are But Great Wens, And Excrescences; Men Of Wit And Delightful Conversation, But As Morals For Ornament, Except They Be So Incorporated Into The Body Of The World That They Contribute Something To The Sustentation Of The Whole.

How Imperfect Is All Our Knowledge!

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call And Invite God And His Angels Thither.

Death, Thou Shalt Die.

Twice Or Thrice Had I Loved Thee Before I Knew Thy Face Or Name, So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Oft, And Worshiped Be.